Spider-Girl meets Deadpool 2

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A few days ago, I called in my connections with the Avengers. American Dream said she'd been working the streets solo between missions and gave me a name that may be what had Deadpool so worked up. Manny Browning. Word has it that he's new in the territory-war biz, very eccentric. Keeps the gang to itself but still manages to escalate sales. How that red-and-black clad pest is involved I have no idea, but now I feel responsible to find out. My name is May "Mayday" Parker, and I am the daughter of the one true Spider-Man.

I made my way down to the Midnight Haul, a cast of the usually misfits and high-school drop-outs lounging by the bar and pool tables. I webbed one and swung to crash it against the wall; I did the same with one or two of the ruffians. I whipped around to where the malevolent crowd was gathering.

"Manny Browning. Tell me everything you know about him. Now."

A few men smirked to each other, equipping their bats and handguns. It must have been the red and blue; it seems a hero nowadays just can't get away with your average bluff. The men grew closer to me, so as he came within my range I had no choice but to beat him down. I kneed him in his groin then shot a firm fist across his face, sending blood and a tooth flying across the hall. I felt a strong, expected twinge of guilt but kept my act cool, daring them to attack me at once; they lowered their weapons.

"I repeat. Manny Browning. Tell me everything you know about him … now."

A rather slender and fragile-looking man stepped forward. He didn't look all that tough like the rest of them. Apparently the PG-13 gore stood to be too much for him. "W-well … some of the other guys are mocking him. He's weird is all. Goes into businesses you'd never expect a Crime Lord to be in. Exported flowers. Candy. Housewares. Anything real innocent is what he sticks his fingers in."

"Any real juicy bits here?"

He stammered again. "O-ok. He hired some costume about a week ago for a small-time gig. No one knows for sure, but I heard he and his mooks hide everything in an old restaurant. The place got shut down for mice or something."

"A restaurant? A step-up from the usual abandoned warehouses, I suppose …"

He dared a nervous laugh. "I said the guy was weird." Keeping my act together, I threw him down and slowly walked out the door. I felt the urge to say something threatening on the way out like you would see in movies, but I couldn't think of anything.

An abandoned restaurant. Rat problems. Yup, I was heading to the "Golden Bananza". Davida got food poisoning there once. Unfortunately, it was time to meet up with Wes again. Not that I don't want to be with him or anything, it's just that it's hard to leave a case when you're hot on the trail.

When I arrived, Wes was staring blankly at his homework in our kitchen. Mom was making dinner, giving me that look of "Go get'm, Hotshot" after seeing him there just missing me. I did not need that. He glanced up at me and you could see the sudden spark of joy in his eyes. "Hey, May! You finally got here!"

"Sorry, I've been keeping busy." He got up to hug me, but as we separated Mom had to be the bearer of bad news. "Honey, your father is still busy in the forensics lab, but he'll definitely be here for dinner. It'll just be a little delayed it all."

At the mention of my father, Wes's face dramatically grew pale. He still had that unreasonable fear that my dad was going to beat him into a pulp. Before my mother could catch on, I shuffled Wes into the living room, him being as paralyzed as a rat that wandered into a snake's bin. "Come on, sweetie. We can watch TV until he gets here.

I sat him down as Mom prepared the food. "It's ok to be nervous, Wes."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." He turned his head, refusing to look at me. I gave him a light kiss on the cheek and he held his hand to the spot. He still looked nervous but chose to change the subject. "So, uh, what's Spider-Girl up to these days?"

I smiled seeing him ease down once again. "Well, I hear she's getting involved in another deal in the criminal underworld, but don't tell her parents."

Wes shook his head, grinning. "Do you really have to get involved with every crime you come across?"

I lean on him, faux-exhausted. "It's so tough … but I think I can manage."

I sat straight and looked into his eyes as he looked into mine. "You always do."

Each of us leaned in for a soft, sweet kiss. All too soon, we reluctantly pulled apart looking as innocent as can be. Then my dad walked through the door.

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Date Distrupted
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I jumped to greet my father and to ignore the fact that a moment sooner and he would have caught Wes and I in a liplock. He embraced me and gave a friendly smile to Wes, who looked like he was frozen on the spot. From this, things seemed awkward but still livable. I left my father's side, words struggling to leave my lips as I looked to my boyfriend. My name is May "Mayday" Parker, and it is harder now more than ever to be the one true daughter of Spider-Man.

Dad patted Wes on the back, obviously seeing he was too shaken for a handshake, and said, "Nice to meet you."

"N-nice to meet you too, sir." Wes' voice cracked to continue, but once again Mom saved the day.

She kissed her husband, wrapping her arms around him in a greeting. "Welcome home, Tiger." She released him by one arm and continued. "Dinner is about ready so you all can just sit down."

I took Wes' hand, being sure to force my shoulder into his. I whispered, "Calm down, will you? It's not like he's going to Spider-Slam you into our couch!"

Wes looked at me with both fear and confusion. "What's a Spider-Slam?"

I shot him the look and bumped him again before taking my seat. Wes sat next to me, Mom across from me, and Dad across from Wes. Benjy was seated in a highchair at the end of the table, already nibbling on the baby-servings. I thought I heard some kind of tapping sound, but ignored it.

Mom had a great meatloaf prepared, but that wasn't exactly what was on my mind. Not even the beginning of yet another gang war could compare to this. My father was sitting there all nice and behaving himself as my boyfriend sat there as stiff as stone! As dinner was dished onto each plate, I attempted to start a conversation.

"Well, uh, Wes – " I was interrupted again by the tapping. I went over to the kitchen window as I continued. "He's better getting straight A's all semester, and ESU is practically banging down his door."

I stood horrified as outside Deadpool had seemed to have satisfied himself tossing rocks at the window and was now imitating cheerleading techniques! Wade was spelling out letters, I could see.

B. G. Y. A. O. H. O. I. S. M. G. S. U. Y. M.

What?

I doubt that lunatic was actually trying to communicate anything, but it was clear this was some kind of signal. I gave him the death stare for interrupting this very important event in my relationship, then nodded to tell him I was coming out.

"Good," my dad responded. "That's a very nice college; I went there myself."

Wes saw this as an opening. "Great! I mean, it'd be nice to know what you think about it, like, troubles transitioning class to class, experiences, and stuff."

Perfect move, Wes. Get Dad talking.

My stomach tied in knots the more I heard them chatting. Wes was practically avoiding how he knew my secret identity, but I knew it was going to come up!

The doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" I moved up from my seat to the living room. I opened the door to find Deadpool there in full costume, plus a hat, a Pizzeria shirt, and a pizza box. My mouth hung open about to question how he acquired the uniform, but then I remembered that this was Deadpool; after our previous adventures, I had come to accept this as his Deadpoolness.

In a harsh whisper, I scolded him, "Wade! What are you doing? I would've come out when I could!"

"You were taking too long! Didn't you get my signal?"

"You mean the meaningless alphabet soup you call cheerleading?"

"No! The totally meaningful alphabet soup I call a message! B. G. Y. A. O. H. O. I. S. M. G. S. U. Y. M.!"

I blinked. "Which means?"

"Ugh, I said 'Better Get Your Ass Over Here Or I'll Smack My Gun Straight Up Your Mask!"

I blinked again. "You signaled me an abbreviation?"

"Of course! Do you know how long it would take me to signal the entire thing? Plus, I don't know how to cheerlead apostrophes."

Mom called from the dining table, "May? Who is it, sweetie?"

"No one, Mom!"

Wade said to me, "You do realize that, when it comes to parents, they know no one means someone, right?"

I pushed Deadpool out while again in a harsh whisper I pleaded, "You. Out. Now. I'll be there for whatever when I can!"

I rushed back to the table, swinging the seat under me as my hair became sry and out of place. As I steadied myself, I asked, "Where were we?"

My parents looked to me worried for a moment before Wes dragged Dad back into their conversation about something I didn't understand. I think my boyfriend got to Dad's nerd appeal. My mom had that laughing expression on her face that read, Oh my God, we both fell for geeks!

I glanced out the window and what do my spidery eyes behold? Deadpool bouncing on a trampoline! Where the hell did her get that?He waved his hands to get my attention although he already had it fully. I knew everyone would see, so I didn't even try to hide it; my mouth fell wide open.

Mom, Dad, and Wes, of course, all noticed me and looked over. Their mouths fell open as well. Deadpool looked surprised, still bouncing, and then waved a hello. IO hid my face behind the palm of my hand – this was more than what I could take. Wes was looking horrified and practically screamed to me, "Who is that, May?"

Dad rushed over with such anguish I thought he was about to have a heart attack. "Deadpool? My God, is that you?"

"Hey, Pete! *jump* Haven't seen you since *jump* Deadpool #13! *jump* Though, I'm not really sure *jump* if that actually counts *jump* in continuity *jump* with this universe."

Yeah, I have no clue what he meant by that.

Mom took me by the shoulder, panicked. "May, what is he doing here?"

My Dad looked like he was about to pass out.

Wes looked like he was going to puke.

I grabbed my backpack with the Spider-Suit inside and headed out the door. Wes yelled, "What are you doing?"

My parents' eyes were on me. I panicked. I screamed, "WES KNOWS I'M SPIDER-GIRL!" and ran outside to Deadpool.

~*~*~

" - and where the hell did you get a trampoline? Answer me that, Deadpool!" I changed in a women's restroom at a nearby gas station, Deadpool listening by the door.

"From your shed! And that's coming from a guy who still had 'Golden Girls' memorabilia from Bea Arthur's death."

Inside the secure room, I raised an eyebrow, confused. "She only died about two years ago."

Deadpool responded in shock, "So you mean this isn't a future of what has yet to come? How can people explain that? Oh, wait, I think I remember something about a cut-off point at 70s run, never mind. Though, that does explain the lack of hoverboards. Usually writers are all over that stuff."

Every sentence that guy made felt like hammers pounding against my skull, but there was one more thing I needed to know as I slipped on my mask. "Why am I coming in the first place? I thought you made a big stink over that."

"Well, to be honest, I don't want you here. You're just another kid, I don't care who your daddy is! But ... I heard you stopped a gang war here before. I got word that you were one of the best heroes this day and age, and one thing never changes: when a hero gets their nose into something, there's no talking them out of it. So, yeah, having you beside me isn't that bad anymore."

That ... almost seemed nice. I reluctantly walked out of the bathroom, handed a dollar to the cashier, and tossed Wade a bag of pork rinds; it was the policy of the establishment he insisted I change in … that, and he liked junk food.

I swung forward on my weblines as Deadpool followed below on his scooter. Yes, a scooter. I shouted down to him, still steaming, "You had no right to do what did! Some of us have a life outside of costume! You can't just interrupt a date between a girl, her boyfriend, and her parents! My folks are probably worried sick about me and Wes must be so nervous talking to Dad about our secret by himself I wouldn't be surprised if he passed out!" I mentally ran over in my head my apology and made a note to repeat it a hundred times.

Deadpool, in the meantime, looked steamed as well. You'd be surprised how much you can see even with a mask on. I didn't realize what he could be mad about. I was only speaking my mind, and he had it coming. I was still angry beyond belief, but I kept my mouth shut the rest of the way. Deadpool, apparently, discovered the headquarters on his free time as I had. Wade arrived at the Gold Bonanza and the first thing I saw was a rat scurrying across the floor. There was no wonder in my mind as to why the place was shut down. Wade then had the nerve to toss me a gun. Immediately, I dropped the weapon and attempted to stare some reason into him. I expected Deadpool to force the gun on me, but but after he turned to see me drop it he only looked away again.

Now … Deadpool was ignoring me.

The restaurant was littered with boxes. I opened a few to find the usual things you would find in a store. A lawn gnome. A picture frame. A stuffed giraffe. A vase or two. Some bookends. It was like Browning was having an illegal yard sale with a delivery service. Deadpool angrily kicked over a box of candies and I could almost feel the blow of impact. I stepped closer, my nerve gone for some reason, and squeaked, "What's wrong? You … you've been angry since we left my place."

"His back still turned to me, he looked over his shoulder to speak. "It's just … look, I've tried the hero thing, ok? It's just not my cup of cocoa."

"Cup of tea."

"I don't drink that crap. Anyways, I'm sorry I gave you such a hard time at your place. Heroes have enough bullshit to deal with, I was only interfering, blah blah blah, I've had to make this speech before – "

"Wait, you're … just feeling guilty? I didn't know that was possible for you."

"How can I not when you're screaming in my ear about it the whole trip? Jesus …" Wade turned and shot more of the merchandise. "Now I drag you here and there's nothing but crap these mob-wannabes are selling. What a load of – "

At that moment, rushing footsteps were audible. I got into a fighting pose, adding, "You spoke too soon."

Only about twenty gang members were there to greet us. Deadpool shot the majority of them while I webbed the guns of the boys I took on and left a swift kick or punch in their guts. Within a minute, we were all out of goons to fight. I commented optimistically, "That was easy."

"Yeah, it was." He loaded his gun and continued forward, myself close behind. Only a few more steps and my spider-sense started tingling. I wanted to warn Wade, but arrows flew out of holes in the wall. I dodged them all fine, but Deadpool, well … he was practically a pin cushion. One went straight through his ears. He pulled it out like it was nothing.

A second later, the floor began to fall. I webbed Deadpool by his pants and leaped wall to wall until we reached an office-like room. What happened next? Surprise, surprise! The room filled with gas! And my current mask lacked a filter. My vision began to blur. I thought Deadpool's healing factor would have made him immune, but he fell down with me.

I reached over to where the man was walking out. He seemed to be clad in a mix of green, purple, and yellow. Definitely not conventional. I managed a firm kick and a wobbly punch before passing out completely.

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Business
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[[Wes circled around the Parkers' living room, anxiety overwhelming him. "W-why would May hang out with that lunatic?" He began breathing heavily and his chest pained him to the point where it felt like a hundred pounds of pressure sat down on him.

Mary Jane reasoned with him, "I'm worried too. But right now May is on her own and we'll just have to believe in her while she's gone." The mother looked away. "We can always bring some sense to her when she comes back."

Wes' mouth was wide open, muttering something along the lines of, "B-but…"

Peter was leaning against the couch, his head lowered and his arms folded. "My daughter would never get involved in anything that Deadpool would do, not if it's in the wrong. There must be a good reason to make her feel responsible to do this."

Wes shook his head. "There must be some way…"

Mary Jane took him by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "Take it from me. Loving a hero is difficult, especially if that hero is in a costume. All that's left to do sometimes is wait and pray."

Wes turned away from her, tears now beginning to form. This was something he just could not accept.]]

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I fought to keep my eyes open, but all too often they drifted closed again. When I finally awoke, my hands and feet were bound together and Deadpool was nowhere to be found. It worries me when I can't keep tabs on him. By the looks of things, I could tell we were still in the restaurant – it was the same almost-new buffet suffering via a barren atmosphere and vermin still scurrying across the abandoned facility. Something told me a cleaning crew was out of the question. My name is May "Mayday" Parker, and although I am apparently foolish enough to team up with Deadpool, I assure you that I am the one true daughter of Spider-Man.

I attempted to use my spider-strength to break through the rope. One tug and I knew I would be free easily. I remained in my bonds, awaiting my captor's ever-predictable explanation. All villains follow through with it. It's unavoidable.

As Browning entered, I noticed he changed into an appropriate suit. Good. The least he could have done was dress nice for me. I try to get him talking. "Well, if it isn't the head honcho himself! So, are you gonna recruit me into peddling playing cards and lawn ornaments, or shall we skip to the elaborate yet cheap death trap?"

The man did not look amused. "I am a business man, Spider-Girl. Drugs are only one form of market. There are everyday people who buy everyday items for their household and themselves. Hurting people with thugs and drugs was never my intention, miss. This is all about profit."

I stood silently and was about to break free with a smirk under my mask. "Fun, but it sounds like I still need to check you for a seller's permi - -" I cut myself off in shock. Deadpool walked in as casually as possible. He tossed the crime lord a small test tube. A test tube filled to the brim with something green. He looked to me, but I couldn't read his expression. I stammered, startled. "W-what are you doing?"

He walked a couple steps closer to me. "When I took this job, I knew there was something more to it. I knew there had to be a reason to hire a professional for a small gig. Sorry, Spider. It was only business."

My eyes widened. I pleaded with him, "But job's over now, right?"

He shook his head.

Deadpool grabbed me by the arms, proving I had untied myself. I tried to break free, but this guy was strong. Wade said to his employer, "You may want to invest in more security measures with supers. Spider over here can break through it right easy. She doesn't seem to as strong as her daddy, but it's not smart to underestimate her."

I broke out of my shock. Deadpool should have taken his own advice. I swung my legs up and kicked him in the face. I fought alongside Wade long enough to know about his healing factor, which meant my best shot was running. I jumped to the ceiling a hurried out. I could hear Wade coming from behind me and Browning yelled for him to not let me get out alive. He could jump and maneuver just as well as me, and I began to wonder if he was really going through with this. I mean, Deadpool annoyed me and I got on his case. I'm a superhero and he kills for cash. It's just … he said that we would be working together on this one. He said we would be a team. The crazy mess he is, I actually began to trust him.

Yet, second later I was dodging his bullets. I hid behind more old boxes, this bunch looking metallic but not that resistant. As expected, the bullets punched right through them, luckily around me. I tried to form a plan, but I had to keep moving or else Deadpool was going to kill me. How was I supposed to outsmart someone that I didn't understand? I turned the corner and spun a layer of webbing in his path. Everything Deadpool shot got caught in it, but his blades cut straight through, the sticky white still coating it. He slid it off with his gloved fingers, disgusted.

Wade walked closer to me.

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[[Wes walked closer to the abandoned confines of the Golden Bonanza. It was the middle of the night, but he didn't care. His mind flashed back to the last time he tried to help this way – he clung to the glider of Fury the Goblin Queen and was taken into the air for Spider-Girl to rescue. That was when he was panicking and careless. He thought this through.

A lot of the boys at school have been locked into the illegal distribution ring. It wasn't hard to overhear them talking about every detail. He was even asked to join, so why not at least pretend to be a recruit?

May told him she was investigating a new gang. This was the best lead he had and he wasn't going to waste it.

Was snuck through the door and saw the remains of traps already sprung. He was in the right place. The question was if he was able to make a difference.]]

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"What are you doing?" Wade asked. "I was only putting on an act, Spidey. Just had to start shooting to make it sound good."

My face fell, though again no one could tell. "B-but you didn't stop! Even after we left!"

"Duh!" Deadpool exclaimed. "Do you know how far the sound of a gunshot would carry? Boss-man would know if I wasn't trying for real."

I started to calm, seeing he was on my side again. "Wade, what was in that vile you gave Browning?"

Deadpool stepped away slowly, his back turned to me. I approached him and put a hand on his shoulder, my anger rising. "What … did you give him?"

He turned to me. "It was the Green Goblin serum." I took deep breathes, trying to calm myself, but my chest was still rising and falling frantically. Wade continued, "Please don't be pissed! Look, that thing is still unstable, so it would only work, like, one out of a few thousand times anyways! Trust me, it is very rare for someone to survive drinking chemicals like that!"

I replied calmly. "Wade … half of all supers got their powers that way. Possibly more."

To my confusion, he replied after a second. "Ok, well, maybe in this universe. It's not as rare as it should be." He shrugged.

I shook my head, scared of the consequences of Deadpool's actions. "We need to get it back."

Footsteps were audible from behind me and I saw that Manny walked toward us as I turned. "I'm disappointed, Deadpool. I thought you were a highly-established assassin. I never thought you would be one to go back on a job."

Deadpool turned his head away. Was he ashamed for not trying to kill someone, namely me? I will never understand him! I interrupted, "Tell me what you're doing with that serum, Browning!"

He smirked, "Or what?"

I let my sadistic side take over. "Or else I'll give you such a beating you'll be picking webbing out of your hind for months!" Yeah, that's about as sadistic as I ever get.

The man only smiled, shaking his head. He pulled the Green Goblin serum out of his pocket. I tried to web it, but he turned at the last second and started running. Deadpool started shooting at him and I was too exasperated to argue the gun-issue at this point. We ran as fast as we could, but this guy was like a cheetah despite his build. I could see him gulping down the serum. I screamed, "No!"

Deadpool threw a few pellets from his belt at the crime lord. There was a small explosion. I questioned him, annoyed. "What was that?"

He threw his hands up in defense. "It was only tear gas, honest! He must have been near some pipes or something."

The gas expanded and filled the room. The crime lord was a lost cause now. I motioned for Deadpool to follow me out as I held my hand over my mask to filter it further. I paused midstep in horror when I heard someone in a coughing fit. I slowly made my way through the clouded room. A familiar boy was doubled-over, ready to lose consciousness.

"Wes?"
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Finale
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I reached out to Wes, slipping his arm over my shoulder for support. What was he thinking? It was bad enough when he fell from the Goblin Queen's glider. This was just too much! Between the chemicals and my mask, I couldn't see. I called out to Deadpool, "Wade! We need to get out! He needs help!" Hearing no response, I began to panic. Tears escaped me at the thought of losing him. That stupid, cute, brave jerk. My name is May "Mayday" Parker, and I was truly beginning to regret being to one true daughter of Spider-Man.

I shrieked as a gloved hand pulled me away from the scene. I didn't even have to guess that it was Deadpool. I struggled to keep Wes with me as I was pulled out of the building. He chastised me, "What are you doing just standing around here? There was an explosion if you haven't noticed! The whole place is about to go soon!"

I couldn't argue with him. When the pipes were struck, there was still smoke, sure, but as the compression and expansion from that minor explosion would travel to more sensitive areas of the building, there would probably be about two or three more explosions followed by a fire. That was just how things seemed to work.

I shot a webline once I saw an opening to broad daylight. As predicted, a second explosion licked my heels as we hurried out of the doomed structure. Deadpool ran out unscathed – or so it seemed to me; he has a healing factor so he could have gotten hurt and walked away from it just fine. I, on the other hand, got more than a lick at my heals after all. I was forced onto my back and rolled out onto the street. I reached over to Wes to make sure he was okay, but there was an oncoming truck.

The horns blared – highly unnecessary. I jumped out of the way with my unconscious boyfriend in my arms. Now on safe asphalt, I shook his body, pleading to him. "Wes, please wake up! You idiot, just wake up!"

I looked around, and Deadpool was gone. That man confuses me more than anything. First he stalks me. Then he betrays me. Then he helps me. Then he leaves me. But I had more important things to worry about.

It occurred to me that the smoke may have entered his lungs. I know I should have taken him to the hospital, but I was so worried that I took matters into my own hands. I pulled my mask up and pressed my lips to his, attempting to breathe air into his lungs. I could feel a steady heartbeat. A few minutes of me repeating the same procedure again and again crawled by.

Finally, he came to.

His eyes were dreary, but after he spotted my mask proceeding me pulling it over my face again he started to speak. "M-May?"

Seeing he was fine again, I slapped him on the back of the head. "Idiot."

He rubbed that spot with an uneasy expression on his face. "I'm sorry." Wes looked away, but when I was able to look into his eyes I could only see sincerity. "Twice I tried to help you and twice I failed. I guess I'm just good for nothing but waiting at the sidelines."

I could feel so much guilt in the pit of my stomach. "Wes Westin, you help me all the time! You did before I even knew that you knew I was Spider-Girl! When I needed to change into costume with people around, who spilled his drink on me so that I could excuse myself?"

He looked away and laughed slightly at the memory. "I did."

I laughed with him. "Uh-huh. And who was there when I needed to talk after April died?"

He put a comforting arm around my shoulder. "I did."

I smiled to him. "That's right. You help me all the time, Wes. Don't you dare forget how important you are to me."

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When I got home, there wasn't much left to say. One of the good things that came out of being in a costume was that my parents grew to trust me. Of course, they were worried. Who wouldn't be? They hugged me as soon as I got home. There were a couple of questions about Deadpool, but they didn't pry.

The real action happened the next morning. I asked Wes the previous night how he even found the hideout. Imagine my surprise when I discovered he was almost even deeper in this mess. Being told who tried to recruit him, I decided to confront the punk immediately.

I walked up to the boy who was clad in blue jeans and a grey hoodie. Any feeling of pity I had for him washed away. I recognized him as the boy who was talking to Deadpool when all of this started. Getting locked into a gang is one thing. It happens. Life happens. But no one, and I mean no one, drags my boyfriend down with him. I didn't care that I was in my civilian clothes at the moment. I was about to beat him down and no one was going to stop me.

The school day hadn't started yet, so everyone was still hanging around outside the building. I grabbed him by the collar and forced him against a tree. "Jacob Messick. You peddle illegal merchandise on the streets and tried to get Wes Westin in on it too. Big mistake." My fingers clenched tighter to the fabric and closer to his airways.

He choked through his response. "Gak! - - I-I'm sorry, Parker!" He attempted to suck in more air. "Jeez, let me go!"

My eyes softened. Why was I out for revenge like this? Okay, I got POed. I was going too far, I knew it. The memory of accidentally breaking Gene Thompson's hand came to mind. I could tell my spider-strength was slipping into this situation as well.

It wasn't worth it.

I relinquished my grip and he fell to the grass on his knees. He stumbled to run away, flipping the bird as he stood on his feet. I looked about and saw I had drawn the attention of a few people, but there was not so many to stress me out too badly.

I walked to class.

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"You what?" Wes and I were in the hallway. I had just recalled my tale of the punk in the tree. He was somewhere between laughing and crying.

I smiled cutely at his outburst and put a hand to his chest. "I guess I just couldn't help myself."

He softened as well. "Will this get any easier?"

I pecked his lips. "I doubt it."

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[[Browning crawled out of the wreckage of what used to be his hideout. His clothes were tattered and his face was deformed. His skin glowed a bright green. Smoke was evaporating from nothing but his skin. His eyes were red. His voice was nothing but a low grumble as he clawed his way out. Then, he began to laugh. A heavy maniacal laugh that would shake the ground if lack of mental health equated to power.

A man in a red and black costume walked up to him, unsurprised. He shot him.]]